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When I was a child and first read the Hobbit, I searched the area around our house for evidence of hobbits. They eluded me but I still suspect they’re here somewhere.
And if you’ve ever heard a grouse, you’d swear ents are calling for their lost wives.
When I was a child and first read the Hobbit, I searched the area around our house for evidence of hobbits. They eluded me but I still suspect they’re here somewhere.
And if you’ve ever heard a grouse, you’d swear ents are calling for their lost wives.
When I was a young man, back in the early sixties, I set chokers on Jewett Rock Ridge, out by Harris. In the morning, while we were waiting for the rest of the woods crew to show up, I would walk out the ridge to call grouse.
It’s an easy sound to make in your throat, with your lips held together, and let the sound puff your cheeks out. Kinda’ like a bull frog sound. Any country boy knows how to do it. It’s as natural as that picture that you took on your land. You could spend all day telling someone how pretty it is where you live, but one picture gets them closer to knowing how you feel about the land, but it still doesn’t quite get them there. Some things you just have to live.
Calling a grouse is the same way, when you get it just right, they will call back. It’s easy to walk up on them. You can stick your toe out in front of you, and they will attack it just like a chicken would. It’s a wonder that there is any grouse left, they are so cocky that anybody can catch one.
I’m ashamed to say that, no, they don’t taste like chicken. They are not worth the bother to try to cook one. They are tough and tasteless. Leave them alone, and just let them be the dumb birds that they are. They are much more enjoyable to tease and play with than eat.
The other day, on my way back from Harris, I spotted one along side the road, and I stopped and watched it for awhile. I forgot about my worries for the rest of the day.
Kym, I really like your blog, it reminds me what a lucky life that I’ve had.
When I was a young man, back in the early sixties, I set chokers on Jewett Rock Ridge, out by Harris. In the morning, while we were waiting for the rest of the woods crew to show up, I would walk out the ridge to call grouse.
It’s an easy sound to make in your throat, with your lips held together, and let the sound puff your cheeks out. Kinda’ like a bull frog sound. Any country boy knows how to do it. It’s as natural as that picture that you took on your land. You could spend all day telling someone how pretty it is where you live, but one picture gets them closer to knowing how you feel about the land, but it still doesn’t quite get them there. Some things you just have to live.
Calling a grouse is the same way, when you get it just right, they will call back. It’s easy to walk up on them. You can stick your toe out in front of you, and they will attack it just like a chicken would. It’s a wonder that there is any grouse left, they are so cocky that anybody can catch one.
I’m ashamed to say that, no, they don’t taste like chicken. They are not worth the bother to try to cook one. They are tough and tasteless. Leave them alone, and just let them be the dumb birds that they are. They are much more enjoyable to tease and play with than eat.
The other day, on my way back from Harris, I spotted one along side the road, and I stopped and watched it for awhile. I forgot about my worries for the rest of the day.
Kym, I really like your blog, it reminds me what a lucky life that I’ve had.
I have seen a couple of wonderful rainbows since moving to Humboldt, last summer I saw a triple rainbow one afternoon, and one day in July I saw a circular rainbow directly above in the sky. Unusual but not unknown, it was quite a day.
I have seen a couple of wonderful rainbows since moving to Humboldt, last summer I saw a triple rainbow one afternoon, and one day in July I saw a circular rainbow directly above in the sky. Unusual but not unknown, it was quite a day.
Have a peaceful day,
Bill
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Mom
16 years ago
Perhaps my one claim to fame is that I once saw a rainbow at midnight. It was probably more like 7:00 or 8:00 in the evening. I was driving north in to Garberville and had just topped the Benbow Hill. It was dark and had been raining all evening. But, just before I reached the Garberville turnoff the moon came out from behind the clouds and there was the rainbow. It was quite faint but, never the less, it was there. I had to pull off the highway to be sure I was really seeing it. I’ve never seen another one after dark but I keep looking.
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Mom
16 years ago
Perhaps my one claim to fame is that I once saw a rainbow at midnight. It was probably more like 7:00 or 8:00 in the evening. I was driving north in to Garberville and had just topped the Benbow Hill. It was dark and had been raining all evening. But, just before I reached the Garberville turnoff the moon came out from behind the clouds and there was the rainbow. It was quite faint but, never the less, it was there. I had to pull off the highway to be sure I was really seeing it. I’ve never seen another one after dark but I keep looking.
When I see something unusual and beautiful, I feel blessed in the past tense (something good happened to me) but also in the future (good things will happen to me) sense. With my head, I know it isn’t so but my heart just doesn’t care.
When I see something unusual and beautiful, I feel blessed in the past tense (something good happened to me) but also in the future (good things will happen to me) sense. With my head, I know it isn’t so but my heart just doesn’t care.
Everyone, click on Carol’s name and it will take you to their blog so you can see it. JoJo (Humboldt Homestead) on my blogroll has some beautiful ones too.
Everyone, click on Carol’s name and it will take you to their blog so you can see it. JoJo (Humboldt Homestead) on my blogroll has some beautiful ones too.
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bluelaker4
16 years ago
What a wonderful beautiful photo! Wish I had seen it. I have seen a couple of memorable double rainbows, but unfortunately, have no pictures of them. Except in my memory.
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bluelaker4
16 years ago
What a wonderful beautiful photo! Wish I had seen it. I have seen a couple of memorable double rainbows, but unfortunately, have no pictures of them. Except in my memory.
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Wow. Level with me…you live in the Shire, don’t you?
When I was a child and first read the Hobbit, I searched the area around our house for evidence of hobbits. They eluded me but I still suspect they’re here somewhere.
And if you’ve ever heard a grouse, you’d swear ents are calling for their lost wives.
When I was a child and first read the Hobbit, I searched the area around our house for evidence of hobbits. They eluded me but I still suspect they’re here somewhere.
And if you’ve ever heard a grouse, you’d swear ents are calling for their lost wives.
Clearly you were just ahead of your time:
http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/03/finding-common.html
Clearly you were just ahead of your time:
http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/03/finding-common.html
Excellent photograph.
Excellent photograph.
That’s beautiful Kym.
That’s beautiful Kym.
When I was a young man, back in the early sixties, I set chokers on Jewett Rock Ridge, out by Harris. In the morning, while we were waiting for the rest of the woods crew to show up, I would walk out the ridge to call grouse.
It’s an easy sound to make in your throat, with your lips held together, and let the sound puff your cheeks out. Kinda’ like a bull frog sound. Any country boy knows how to do it. It’s as natural as that picture that you took on your land. You could spend all day telling someone how pretty it is where you live, but one picture gets them closer to knowing how you feel about the land, but it still doesn’t quite get them there. Some things you just have to live.
Calling a grouse is the same way, when you get it just right, they will call back. It’s easy to walk up on them. You can stick your toe out in front of you, and they will attack it just like a chicken would. It’s a wonder that there is any grouse left, they are so cocky that anybody can catch one.
I’m ashamed to say that, no, they don’t taste like chicken. They are not worth the bother to try to cook one. They are tough and tasteless. Leave them alone, and just let them be the dumb birds that they are. They are much more enjoyable to tease and play with than eat.
The other day, on my way back from Harris, I spotted one along side the road, and I stopped and watched it for awhile. I forgot about my worries for the rest of the day.
Kym, I really like your blog, it reminds me what a lucky life that I’ve had.
When I was a young man, back in the early sixties, I set chokers on Jewett Rock Ridge, out by Harris. In the morning, while we were waiting for the rest of the woods crew to show up, I would walk out the ridge to call grouse.
It’s an easy sound to make in your throat, with your lips held together, and let the sound puff your cheeks out. Kinda’ like a bull frog sound. Any country boy knows how to do it. It’s as natural as that picture that you took on your land. You could spend all day telling someone how pretty it is where you live, but one picture gets them closer to knowing how you feel about the land, but it still doesn’t quite get them there. Some things you just have to live.
Calling a grouse is the same way, when you get it just right, they will call back. It’s easy to walk up on them. You can stick your toe out in front of you, and they will attack it just like a chicken would. It’s a wonder that there is any grouse left, they are so cocky that anybody can catch one.
I’m ashamed to say that, no, they don’t taste like chicken. They are not worth the bother to try to cook one. They are tough and tasteless. Leave them alone, and just let them be the dumb birds that they are. They are much more enjoyable to tease and play with than eat.
The other day, on my way back from Harris, I spotted one along side the road, and I stopped and watched it for awhile. I forgot about my worries for the rest of the day.
Kym, I really like your blog, it reminds me what a lucky life that I’ve had.
Funny how little it takes to put a smile on my face.
Rainbows
A little work accomplished
creating a new delicious dish with leftovers
a few compliments
a hot shower
someone else who loves grouse
thanks everybody.
Funny how little it takes to put a smile on my face.
Rainbows
A little work accomplished
creating a new delicious dish with leftovers
a few compliments
a hot shower
someone else who loves grouse
thanks everybody.
I have seen a couple of wonderful rainbows since moving to Humboldt, last summer I saw a triple rainbow one afternoon, and one day in July I saw a circular rainbow directly above in the sky. Unusual but not unknown, it was quite a day.
Have a peaceful day,
Bill
I have seen a couple of wonderful rainbows since moving to Humboldt, last summer I saw a triple rainbow one afternoon, and one day in July I saw a circular rainbow directly above in the sky. Unusual but not unknown, it was quite a day.
Have a peaceful day,
Bill
Perhaps my one claim to fame is that I once saw a rainbow at midnight. It was probably more like 7:00 or 8:00 in the evening. I was driving north in to Garberville and had just topped the Benbow Hill. It was dark and had been raining all evening. But, just before I reached the Garberville turnoff the moon came out from behind the clouds and there was the rainbow. It was quite faint but, never the less, it was there. I had to pull off the highway to be sure I was really seeing it. I’ve never seen another one after dark but I keep looking.
Perhaps my one claim to fame is that I once saw a rainbow at midnight. It was probably more like 7:00 or 8:00 in the evening. I was driving north in to Garberville and had just topped the Benbow Hill. It was dark and had been raining all evening. But, just before I reached the Garberville turnoff the moon came out from behind the clouds and there was the rainbow. It was quite faint but, never the less, it was there. I had to pull off the highway to be sure I was really seeing it. I’ve never seen another one after dark but I keep looking.
When I see something unusual and beautiful, I feel blessed in the past tense (something good happened to me) but also in the future (good things will happen to me) sense. With my head, I know it isn’t so but my heart just doesn’t care.
When I see something unusual and beautiful, I feel blessed in the past tense (something good happened to me) but also in the future (good things will happen to me) sense. With my head, I know it isn’t so but my heart just doesn’t care.
“There’s a rainbow in the sky all the time”
-Ziggy Marley
I photographed an big rainbow yesterday, too, in Loleta. I have to download it. I still look for the ‘pot of gold’.
😉
“There’s a rainbow in the sky all the time”
-Ziggy Marley
I photographed an big rainbow yesterday, too, in Loleta. I have to download it. I still look for the ‘pot of gold’.
😉
Greg just posted it and linked to your blog, Kym!
Greg just posted it and linked to your blog, Kym!
I was just over there and saw it. Beautiful!
Everyone, click on Carol’s name and it will take you to their blog so you can see it. JoJo (Humboldt Homestead) on my blogroll has some beautiful ones too.
I was just over there and saw it. Beautiful!
Everyone, click on Carol’s name and it will take you to their blog so you can see it. JoJo (Humboldt Homestead) on my blogroll has some beautiful ones too.
What a wonderful beautiful photo! Wish I had seen it. I have seen a couple of memorable double rainbows, but unfortunately, have no pictures of them. Except in my memory.
What a wonderful beautiful photo! Wish I had seen it. I have seen a couple of memorable double rainbows, but unfortunately, have no pictures of them. Except in my memory.